I realize I skipped what happened to the Space Cowboy and the Stranger in the time between when the Space Cowboy met the Stranger and the Bullman met Stallion Man, so this next part might not fit in too well.

The Stranger

The rabbity-looking guy? Was it possible? He hadn't had a chance to check his laptop again, not with the Space Cowboy looking over his should everytime he would open it. There was a crash and shouting outside. Everyone gathered around behind the building, in front of a copse that was not there before. The rabbity-looking guy was toward the left side of the crowd. One of the two people who had been talking to Stallion Man earlier addressed the crowd."There's nothing to see here. Just go back to what you were doing."The crowd dispersed slowly and they began hyperlinking themselves back to Armor Game City. The rabbity guy still hung around and the Stranger approached him."Hey, you!" the Stranger shouted.The rabbit guy replied without looking up, "Yeah, what?""That picture, the one with the crayon and goldfish. I like that picture.""Is that all?"The Space Cowboy couldn't think up what he wanted to say. He wanted to say something but he didn't know what words to chose. What would he ask? What is it like to draw with crayons? What is it like to be a child? What is childhood? Those questions sounded ridiculous."If you don't mind, I'll head back to Armor Game City now," the rabbit guy said and he disappeared.Once more the Stranger was alone in the wilderness. In the Imaginarium, one may be lucky to get one or two people to stop for more than a few minutes if they knew no one and nothing, but most of the time one reaches out and touch no one. It wasn't like the Armor Game City like he had heard about, but he figured it was no different there as well. In a swell of people, as it had been in the past few days, one could still reach out and touch no one. In the past few days in the artist guild, everyone seemed to know each other rather well and were quite friendly, but he couldn't get much out of anyone. He never had much experience talking to people, only the Space Cowboy and he was a bore, but he had to try again with the rabbit guy. Next time, he would be prepared.

I dunno. I hear its cold in Hobart, even in the summer.\r\n\r\nI realize I skipped what happened to the Space Cowboy and the Stranger in the time between when the Space Cowboy met the Stranger and the Bullman met Stallion Man, so this next part might not fit in too well.\r\n\r\n [b]The Stranger[/b]\r\n\r\n The rabbity-looking guy? Was it possible? He hadn't had a chance to check his laptop again, not with the Space Cowboy looking over his should everytime he would open it. There was a crash and shouting outside. Everyone gathered around behind the building, in front of a copse that was not there before. The rabbity-looking guy was toward the left side of the crowd. One of the two people who had been talking to Stallion Man earlier addressed the crowd.\r\n "There's nothing to see here. Just go back to what you were doing."\r\n The crowd dispersed slowly and they began hyperlinking themselves back to Armor Game City. The rabbity guy still hung around and the Stranger approached him.\r\n "Hey, you!" the Stranger shouted.\r\n The rabbit guy replied without looking up, "Yeah, what?"\r\n "That picture, the one with the crayon and goldfish. I like that picture."\r\n "Is that all?"\r\n The Space Cowboy couldn't think up what he wanted to say. He wanted to say something but he didn't know what words to chose. What would he ask? What is it like to draw with crayons? What is it like to be a child? What is childhood? Those questions sounded ridiculous.\r\n "If you don't mind, I'll head back to Armor Game City now," the rabbit guy said and he disappeared.\r\n Once more the Stranger was alone in the wilderness. In the Imaginarium, one may be lucky to get one or two people to stop for more than a few minutes if they knew no one and nothing, but most of the time one reaches out and touch no one. It wasn't like the Armor Game City like he had heard about, but he figured it was no different there as well. In a swell of people, as it had been in the past few days, one could still reach out and touch no one. In the past few days in the artist guild, everyone seemed to know each other rather well and were quite friendly, but he couldn't get much out of anyone. He never had much experience talking to people, only the Space Cowboy and he was a bore, but he had to try again with the rabbit guy. Next time, he would be prepared.

"Have you been to the Nemesis Machine?" Bad Luck Bronco asked."No," the Bullman answered.Bad Luck Bronco hit the Bullman on top of his head with a wooden spoon. "It's always your bull-headedness that gets others in trouble." She hit him on the head again. "You just can't resist a fight or being the hero of the moment. You remember why you and Stal split to different sides of Armor Games? You would have an excuse if you had been to the Nemesis Machine.""What's the Nemesis Machine?" the Space Cowboy asked warily, afraid that he would be hit in the head by the wooden spoon for being foolish enough to let the Bullman pull him into the mess he was in."It's nothing for you to worry about," Bad Luck Bronco said.The rest of the morning was filled with the sound of utensils scraping on plates. The Space Cowboy's mind was filled with thoughts as to what the Nemesis Machine was. It sounded interesting. It sounded like adventure. But he needed some way of getting there. His craft was probably being held by the sheriffs, since the Bullman used it as a getaway."Maybe I can straighten things out with the sheriffs," the Space Cowboy said. "I'm a greenhorn. They'll go easy on me. I just need a way of getting back to Armor Game City to straighten everything out.""Now that's an idea," Bad Luck Bronco replied. She hit the Bullman on the head again. "Why didn't you think of that instead of pulling him all the way out here? We don't have any spare hyperlinks with us and we can't just let you go on foot. What's your preferred ride? Maybe I can find something.""Horse."Bad Luck Bronco slapped the Space Cowboy across his face and he fell out of his chair. The Space Cowboy straightened himself and sat in his chair again, realizing what may have been a misunderstanding."I said horse, not wh..."He was knocked out of his chair again."I know," said Bad Luck Bronco. "That is an affront to our nature."His attempt to look for the Nemesis Machine was thwarted at the moment by his lack of tact, but he would find it sooner or later, even if he had to search all over Armor Games.

Onward at fool speed with horrible puns!\r\n\r\n [b]Three Cowboys[/b]\r\n\r\n "Have you been to the Nemesis Machine?" Bad Luck Bronco asked.\r\n "No," the Bullman answered.\r\n Bad Luck Bronco hit the Bullman on top of his head with a wooden spoon. "It's always your bull-headedness that gets others in trouble." She hit him on the head again. "You just can't resist a fight or being the hero of the moment. You remember why you and Stal split to different sides of Armor Games? You would have an excuse if you had been to the Nemesis Machine."\r\n "What's the Nemesis Machine?" the Space Cowboy asked warily, afraid that he would be hit in the head by the wooden spoon for being foolish enough to let the Bullman pull him into the mess he was in.\r\n "It's nothing for you to worry about," Bad Luck Bronco said.\r\n The rest of the morning was filled with the sound of utensils scraping on plates. The Space Cowboy's mind was filled with thoughts as to what the Nemesis Machine was. It sounded interesting. It sounded like adventure. But he needed some way of getting there. His craft was probably being held by the sheriffs, since the Bullman used it as a getaway.\r\n "Maybe I can straighten things out with the sheriffs," the Space Cowboy said. "I'm a greenhorn. They'll go easy on me. I just need a way of getting back to Armor Game City to straighten everything out."\r\n "Now that's an idea," Bad Luck Bronco replied. She hit the Bullman on the head again. "Why didn't you think of that instead of pulling him all the way out here? We don't have any spare hyperlinks with us and we can't just let you go on foot. What's your preferred ride? Maybe I can find something."\r\n "Horse."\r\n Bad Luck Bronco slapped the Space Cowboy across his face and he fell out of his chair. The Space Cowboy straightened himself and sat in his chair again, realizing what may have been a misunderstanding.\r\n "I said [i]horse[/i], not [i]wh[/i]..."\r\n He was knocked out of his chair again.\r\n "I know," said Bad Luck Bronco. "That is an affront to our nature."\r\n His attempt to look for the Nemesis Machine was thwarted at the moment by his lack of tact, but he would find it sooner or later, even if he had to search all over Armor Games.

She looked angelic in her light colors and the halo around her head. I didn't imagine halo; the sun was behind her head. The light and shadows in the fog mixed well together into a breathtaking display. All I could see clearly were her lips in that crooked half-smile she does when she's smiling to herself. I realized that I never looked at her eyes for more than a glance, but I knew they smiled when she smiled.I was about to say, "Hey," when I woke up, still in the United States. The campfire was still burning. I could tell my camping buddy was still awake even though he had his black felt hat over his eyes. The tap-tapping on his solar-powered laptop resumed.

END OF PART I

That's the end of Part I. No more new entries for a while, maybe a month. I'm considering whether or not to start a new series on a new thread, but at the moment, that's all for now.

[b]Fog City[/b]\r\n\r\n She looked angelic in her light colors and the halo around her head. I didn't imagine halo; the sun was behind her head. The light and shadows in the fog mixed well together into a breathtaking display. All I could see clearly were her lips in that crooked half-smile she does when she's smiling to herself. I realized that I never looked at her eyes for more than a glance, but I knew they smiled when she smiled.\r\n I was about to say, "Hey," when I woke up, still in the United States. The campfire was still burning. I could tell my camping buddy was still awake even though he had his black felt hat over his eyes. The tap-tapping on his solar-powered laptop resumed.\r\n\r\n[b]END OF PART I[/b]\r\n\r\nThat's the end of Part I. No more new entries for a while, maybe a month. I'm considering whether or not to start a new series on a new thread, but at the moment, that's all for now.

Haha, I love it how you give some of the characters absolutely no exposition at all. It's just like "huh, should I have read something about that before" then I realise probably not, and maybe just go with the flow. And avoid the wooden spoon.

Haha, I love it how you give some of the characters [i]absolutely no[/i] exposition at all. It's just like "huh, should I have read something about that before" then I realise probably not, and maybe just go with the flow. And avoid the wooden spoon.

Haha, I love it how you give some of the characters absolutely no exposition at all. It's just like "huh, should I have read something about that before" then I realise probably not, and maybe just go with the flow.

Not too good with continuity and all that with spontaneous parts intermingling with planned points (also evident with grammatical hiccups), but with practice, it should come more readily.

Longest(?) legit(?) necro-response?

I am resurrecting this thread because it seems that this is older than most of the people who frequent this forum. I don't now why. And I won't be putting more entries up for "Written Nothings" unfortunately.

PART II

Three Cowboys

The Space Cowboy finally found the Nemesis Machine after four months and twenty-one days. It lay in the busiest part of the, cutting deep into the heart of it. No, it was the heart. It was a heart filled with contempt but it did not despise. It was a heart filled with asininery but it was not stupid. It was a heart filled with thinkers, believers, cynics, and toejam but it was none of those. It was a heart, to its very core, filled with something it was not. For every thinker there was a sheep. For every believer, there was a sheep. For every cynic, there was a sheep. For toejam there was cud. If the math was done correctly, there weren't more than half as much as that. This was, after all, Farmer Games.

[quote]Haha, I love it how you give some of the characters absolutely no exposition at all. It's just like "huh, should I have read something about that before" then I realise probably not, and maybe just go with the flow.[/quote]\r\n\r\nNot too good with continuity and all that with spontaneous parts intermingling with planned points (also evident with grammatical hiccups), but with practice, it should come more readily.\r\n\r\nLongest(?) legit(?) necro-response?\r\n\r\nI am resurrecting this thread because it seems that this is older than most of the people who frequent this forum. I don't now why. And I won't be putting more entries up for "[url=https://armorgames.com/community/thread/2785194/written-nothings]Written Nothings[/url]" unfortunately.\r\n\r\n[b]PART II[/b]\r\n\r\n [b]Three Cowboys[/b]\r\n\r\n The Space Cowboy finally found the Nemesis Machine after four months and twenty-one days. It lay in the busiest part of the, cutting deep into the heart of it. No, it [i]was[/i] the heart. It was a heart filled with contempt but it did not despise. It was a heart filled with asininery but it was not stupid. It was a heart filled with thinkers, believers, cynics, and toejam but it was none of those. It was a heart, to its very core, filled with something it was not. For every thinker there was a sheep. For every believer, there was a sheep. For every cynic, there was a sheep. For toejam there was cud. If the math was done correctly, there weren't more than half as much as that. This was, after all, Farmer Games.

The Bullman was bored, bored bored, stuck-in-the-middle-of-nowhere bored. It was dull without anyone to help. The Space Cowboy had slipped away four months ago. The nearest whatever-it-was out there was several megabytes away. But he would rather dance with death on the plain of boredom than face the wrath of the wooden spoon."Hello, stranger."The Bullman turned to see a black bird swooping down. He sidestepped and drew his rubber ducky."No need to be hostile. I'm Crowman," the bird said. "It's nice to see another body out here."The Bullman holstered his ducky. "Do you need any help?""Oh, no. Not really. I was just wondering if you were dead.""No, I'm still alive.""Are you dying?""No.""Are you sure?""Yes.""Are you sure you're sure?""Yes.""Do you know anyone who's died recently?""No.""Do you know anyone who's dying?""No."

He changed his mind.

Farmer Games.\r\nPitchforks and a haystack.\r\n\r\n [b]The Bullman[/b]\r\n\r\n The Bullman was bored, bored bored, stuck-in-the-middle-of-nowhere bored. It was dull without anyone to help. The Space Cowboy had slipped away four months ago. The nearest whatever-it-was out there was several megabytes away. But he would rather dance with death on the plain of boredom than face the wrath of the wooden spoon.\r\n "Hello, stranger."\r\n The Bullman turned to see a black bird swooping down. He sidestepped and drew his rubber ducky.\r\n "No need to be hostile. I'm Crowman," the bird said. "It's nice to see another body out here."\r\n The Bullman holstered his ducky. "Do you need any help?"\r\n "Oh, no. Not really. I was just wondering if you were dead."\r\n "No, I'm still alive."\r\n "Are you dying?"\r\n "No."\r\n "Are you sure?"\r\n "Yes."\r\n "Are you sure you're sure?"\r\n "Yes."\r\n "Do you know anyone who's died recently?"\r\n "No."\r\n "Do you know anyone who's dying?"\r\n "No."\r\n\r\n He changed his mind.

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